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   She was a very successful executive, living in the hills of Barcelona now for the past six months.  She was living here for just one year as part of an accelerated management program the company had created to develop potential global leaders of the future.  Her spacious apartment looked out over a beautiful view toward the harbor and the main city.  It was a beautiful place, for sure, and she enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle.  But living in a foreign country could be a little hard on one’s love life and while she spoke the language fluently, she had yet to meet anyone she was serious about.

   She did have a game she played, however, with a couple of voyeurs.  When she arrived in Spain and saw this apartment, she quickly bought a telescope and a pair of binoculars to enjoy the view, of course.  After a couple of days of scanning the sky and the horizon, she found herself scanning the collection of apartment buildings below her.  She was caught by a man behind a telescope doing the spying directly at her.  At first she put the binoculars down but soon decided if he was staring she could too.  She picked up the binoculars again and focussed them on his window.  He was still staring directly at her and once he realized she had locked on him, he backed up from the telescope and bowed to her, then gave her a little wave.  She didn’t respond but at this distance she could see that he had a broad grin on his face.  He did a little dance shaking his hips and his arms opened his hands in a pleading motion.  She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to dance or if he was asking if she wanted him to dance.  She just continued to stare wondering what he would do next.

   He was a handsome dark haired man who looked to be about 30 with a well proportioned body.  As she stared, he began to dance slowly to an unheard rhythm, rotating his hips.  In fact, the dance appeared to be all exaggerated hip and arm movements.  His legs never moved which made it easy to keep the binoculars focussed.  In a very smooth motion, he slowly removed his Tshirt and continued dancing in just his tan shorts.  He was clearly putting on this show for her, and she found it more amusing than titillating, but it engaged her nonetheless.  Soon he stopped his dancing and peered through his telescope at her as though awaiting her response. 

   She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt in giving him a show.  Perhaps it was that she thought others might see, because she did like to show off once in a while.  Perhaps it was that he knew she was in on the show.  Most of her exhibition had been done under the guise that she didn’t know the other person was looking even though she always did.  When she showed off it was always in a discreet way. 

   She was standing in front of the full length front window looking through her binoculars.  She was wearing a black blouse buttoned down the front and black slacks to match.  She grazed her free hand from her stomach up lightly across her one of her breasts.  The movement was almost unconscious and innocent enough, but he responded as though she was onstage at a strip club, giving her a rousing ovation.  She let out a laugh.  And then she decided to open the buttons of her blouse exposing her black bra against her pink skin.  She did this quickly and only let him look for a quick second before she put down the glasses and left the room. 

   When she returned she brought back her folding “Directors” chair.  This made the sitting much more comfortable while she watched him dance.  As he danced for her he got more and more into it, stripping off his shorts, stroking himself over his shorts and eventually rubbing his cock which was stretched out the top of his jockey shorts.  She sat back and enjoyed watching him.

   That was a month ago.  The next few times she did her peeking in the dark, and canvassed the whole landscape.  She found one other peeper who was off to one side and could see best into her room on the left side of her window.  She guessed that there was another women who gave them shows in her building since the two of them were often training their eyes that way.  Once she caught her dancing friend dancing and fully exposing himself for some unknown viewer.  But more interestingly he spent quite a bit of time just staring into his telescope fully nude, playing with himself.  This got her quite excited and she decided she would join the game the next time.  On progressive sessions she flirted with him.  She would touch herself and enjoyed playing with her breasts while he watched.  Taking off her clothes to expose her underwear, she would rub her white panties making sure not to move too much, so he could clearly see her with his high powered telescope.  Often she would put down her binoculars and take turns watching with him.  He would go further than her.  He usually wound up squirting his load while she had yet to remove her panties.

   Tonight she was prepared to go all the way.  In fact, she had been looking forward to another session for a few days now, thinking about it all day at work, running home and looking for him with no luck.  As the days wore on, her anticipation grew and she had created many different ways to respond to him.  But tonight he was home.  She flew through the door and ran to the window without putting the lights on and she could see his lights on.  He wasn’t at his window but she knew he would be checking, so she turned on the lights and began to settle in.

   She removed her business suit, blouse, shoes, and stockings.  She was looking out her window periodically to see if he was watching yet but he wasn’t.  She stood in front of her open window and rook off her bra slowly with no one watching and then her panties.  It could be awhile, he must be eating or have guests, she thought.  So she went to her bedroom and threw on her sleepwear which was a while Tshirt and panties to match.  She left her earrings and necklace on.  Patience she thought but she was feeling like this was going to happen sometime tonight and she was excited thinking about it.

 

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It took about an hour before he showed up at the window.  She immediately pulled her panties down around her thighs as a signal to him and she could feel the juice between her legs.  He spotted her and made it clear he was alone and ready. 

   She turned on her CD player and began to dance to the music.  Her panties still around her thigh, she wiggled and thrust to the sound of the music.  She put the glasses down on the table.  Both of her hands ran along all sides of her Tshirt.  She cupped her breasts and the movement of the Tshirt caused it to lift a bit, exposing the bottom of her clean shaven pussy.  She shaved it fully bare just a few days ago and touched it up again in this mornings shower.  She grabbed each side of her panties and ran them down her legs and then back up and into their rightful place in her crotch.  She pulled them up higher so that the white cotton fabric pressed hard against the flesh of her pussy.  She couldn’t see him too well with her binoculars off, but she could see he was watching.  He was sitting, staring into his the lens of his telescope – she could see that.  But she wondered what he was looking at since the telescope may not allow him to look at all of her.

   She turned around and retrieved her glasses but quickly slipped her Tshirt.  Armed with her binoculars, naked except for her white cotton panties, she turned the chair around and with one kneeling knee, took a careful look at him, signaling it was his turn as well.

   He stood back from his telescope, got on his knees, and pleaded with her to continue.  He made a series of motions with his hands to indicate that he wanted to watch her continue.  He went over to the seat where he was sitting and stood next to the lamp, looked at her and pleading one more time before he turned off the light.  There was still enough light for her to see him move into his seat.

   She put the glasses back down.  And started to dance but she moved very slowly and in a small area.  She turned around and leaning on the chair, she flashed her white clad buns right in his direction.  She reached around and pulled the edges of her panties together, bunching them up in her crack.  She wiggled it around slowly, giving him ample time to adjust his viewer.  Then she stood up and turned around.  Standing for a moment she slowly moved her hands down from breasts toward her panties.  Sliding them off, she thought he would have trouble focusing on one area since her she was lifting her legs.  She immediately knew what would work best.

   She was already feeling very hot and she knew if she sat in a certain way that he could focus on her pussy while she played with it.  She sat completely naked in the chair and began to rub her pussy.  She put one leg up and opened her legs, and then spread eagled her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands so he could focus.  She fiddled a bit with her clit while continuing the spread eagle.  She felt like her juices were just going to run right out of her gaping hole.  She had done this before in front of a mirror and so she knew how to get the best effect on both her vagina and her clit.  Now that someone was watching her, she was even hotter than when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

   She knew he was looking at her pussy and she released the outer lips and ran a finger over her pussy.  As she did this, she began to look around the landscape to see if anyone else was looking.  The lights were now out in the apartment window closest to her.  It was on earlier but the shades were pulled.  The residents appeared to be a newly married couple who was very conscious about their privacy.  Her heart raced as she thought of others watching her.  He fingers worked their way inside of her.  She knew she was ready to come and she could imagine him watching her close up as though his face was right between her legs.

   Her finger moved in and out and as it came out it carried her juices.  The bottom of her finger lubricated her clit and her finger rolled along her clit and into her slippery opening, reaching in as far as one finger would go.  Deep and then out and along her clit again.  As he watched, she came lifting her hips as she did. 

 

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Disclaimer:  I found these photos on the web and if anyone knows who they belong to please direct them my way.

This is the third and final chapter in a three part story.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

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Earlier Jeannette had made a pot of coffee and it was
originally her intention to get Mike and Rebecca up to share a cup of coffee
with her.  It was now almost 10:30.  Jeannette went downstairs and returned with a
tray with 3 cups of coffee and some ginger cookies.  They demolished the cookies and sipped on the
coffee.  While Jeannette was gone,
Rebecca had opened the covers of the bed and got in under the sheet.  It covered her up to her waist leaving her
bountiful buoyant breasts showing.  Her
nipples retained their slightly elongated shape even though some of the
hardness had left.  Mike remained above
the covers in his full nakedness with his still hard cock proudly on
display.  His cock remained hard while
they sipped coffee and talked about the party, the storm and how Jeannette’s
parents wouldn’t probably come home at all today.

 Both women admired Mike’s ability to remain stiff.  He seemed so natural about it and the
unspoken boastfulness of it fit his self confident personality.  Yet he was obvious excited throughout the
entire small talk.  The women had calmed
down a bit.  Mike was the first to finish
his coffee and he shifted in the bed coming up in behind the nightie covered
figure of Jeannette as she sat cup in hand. 
He spooned her sitting figure and hugged her from behind so that his
hands went around her waist.  His face
settled in near the nape of her neck and she could feel his breath on her.  She immediately felt the strength of his
muscles and his hands around her waist gave her shivers. 

 “Is it OK if I give you a little attention?” he asked
her.  “Seems like Rebecca has had all the
attention so far today.”

 “Well, she’s our guest of honor and I want to see her
lose her virginity today.  But I don’t
mind some attention, if it’s OK with you Rebecca?”

 “Fine with me.” 
Both Mike and Jeannette were secretly enjoying looking at Rebecca’ nude
torso and perfectly proportioned breasts. 
Sitting up her breasts retained most of their firmness with a slightly
pointed shape emphasizing her nipples. 
White smooth curved flesh crowned with rosy colored, bubble textured,
moisture laden nipples of lust.

 Mike hugged Jeannette closer to him and she could feel
his cock touching her lower back.  He
moved his hands up to right under her breasts and his arms lifted them.  “Is this OK?” he whispered uncertainly.  After all he really had not ever touched
Jeannette before this in spite of the intimate moments they had shared. 

 “It feels good, Michael.” 
Rebecca was sipping her coffee but feeling a little uncomfortable.  She wanted to watch (and did) but felt what
she was doing was wrong.  That somehow
she was interfering with someone else’s intimate moment.  She watched as Mike’s hands cupped
Jeannette’s breasts.  He held both, still
covered by her nightie which was slightly pleated above her breast line.  Until now the shape of her breasts were
hidden under the cover of the nightie but now held in Mike’s hands, their shape
was clearly visible.  They were smaller
than Rebecca’s but her nipples which protruded under the cotton material were
at least as big and rock hard.  They were
a full handful.  Jeannette had her eyes closed
and her head was bed slightly backward towards Mike, enjoying every minute of
his sensual touch.

 Mike kissed her neck. 
He found a particular pleasure out of caressing and kissing Jeannette
while looking at Rebecca.  The reality of
two women here with him was just incredible. 
He was amazed at his own comfortableness.  His insecurities at this moment seemed to
disappear. 

 “Rebecca,” he said. 
“Why don’t you touch and massage Jeannette’s legs.  Maybe we can get her completely
relaxed.”  He knew relaxation wasn’t the
real goal.  Rebecca leaning forward could
easily reach Jeanette’s ankles and lower thighs and it made her feel less like
a spectator.  She began to rub the lower
part of each of her legs including her ankles and feet.  When she was rubbing one of her feet with two
hands, Jeannette told her how nice it felt. 
Rebecca was a bit surprised and wondered if it wasn’t really Mike
touching her breasts and nipples and kissing her neck that made her feel so
good.

 Jeannette was now leaning back into Mike and she could
feel the full effect of his member pressed between her back and his
stomach.  His hands were roaming all
around her stomach, lifting and caressing her breasts and tweaking and pinching
her nipples.  He legs were stretched out
toward Rebecca and she was truly enjoying her ministrations as well.  Mike slowly moved out from behind and under
her, laying her on the bed.  As he laid
her head on the bed, he kissed her on her lips. 
“Just relax,” he told her.  He
massaged her shoulders, her arms and continued to work her breasts which when
laying down lost much of their shape but none of their sensitivity.  Rebecca got out from under the sheet, knelt
on the other side of Jeannette and continued to massage her lower legs. 

 “Why don’t you go up a little higher, Rebecca?  I think she would like that.”  And Rebecca followed his suggestion moving up
to Jeannette’s thighs just above her knees. 
The two of them continued to caress Jeannette’s body.  Mike would occasionally lean forward and kiss
Jeannette particularly when he would caress her breasts. 

 Mike reached down with both hands to the bottom edge of
Jeannette’s nightie.  As he lifted it up,
Jeannette raised her hips so that he could raise it all the way up under her
arms.  Then he lifted her head and
removed the nightie completely. 
Jeannette’s body was a little less developed than Rebecca’s but at 19
there was still a chance of her filling out a little bit.  Mike found her slim hips and flat stomach
quite sexy, however.  Her pussy was
completely shaved adding perhaps to her little girl look.  Seeing her this way, knowing she was excited,
sent a wave of desire through Mike. 

 “Why don’t you touch her pussy, Rebecca and see if she is
wet?”  Rebecca shook her head. 

 “I couldn’t,” she said. 
“I can barely touch myself.  It’s
too embarrassing.”  Mike reached his hand
in between Jeannette’s pussy.  He pushed
his finger into her hole and Jeannette parted her legs to make it easier for
him.  He lifted his finger to his nose
and smelled it. 

 “She’s definitely wet and she smells good.”  He thrust the wet finger towards Rebecca’s
nose.  “Here, smell.”  She let him put his finger under her nose,
then took a quick whiff and immediately turned away. 

 “Eww,” she complained instinctively. 

 “Oh, it smells wonderful,” Mike said.  “I didn’t hear you complain when Jeannette
was smelling your punani.  Try it, you’ll
like it.  Take a taste.”

 Rebecca hesitated. 
Then she moved her hand slowly starting at Jeannette’s thigh, up toward
her private area.  The slow uncertain
movement caused a definite reaction in Jeannette who arched her hips and opened
her legs inviting Rebecca to reach all the way. 
When she reached her bare pussy, she gently ran her hand over her mound
a couple of times back and forth increasing the electricity between them before
she reached deep between her legs and inserted her finger into Jeannette’s
waiting well.  She left it in and rolled
her single finger tip around the inside edges of her tunnel.  Jeannette moaned.  Mike squeezed one of her naked breasts in his
hands and licked her nipple.  Déjà vu,
thought Mike. 

 But Rebecca could barely bring herself to touch Jeannette
and most certainly was not going to put her mouth down there.  Surprisingly in spite of Rebecca’s
inexperience and clumsiness (perhaps, in an odd way, because of it) Jeannette
became very excited from the touching and poking from this virginal woman.  When Rebecca hit a particularly good spot,
Jeannette would encourage her with her moans and one word sentences.

 Mike was watching and was thinking he wanted to get in
more deeply.  “Let’s change places,
Rebecca.”  As they switched places, Mike
kissed Rebecca and moved his hands around her shoulders, over her breasts and
gripped her hips.  He placed three kisses
on her naked abdomen in a triangular fashion with the last one squarely in the
silky hair above her pussy.  He then
continued moving past Rebecca and snuggled his face between Jeannette’s legs.  Mike had limited experience with licking
pussy (his high school girl friend refused to let him go there) but he could
sense when someone was enjoying themselves. 
He didn’t have to do it to many women to realize it was a hit.

 He began placing kisses all around her shaven smooth
mound; on top of her thighs, along the fold of her lips.  Then he licked her and with his hands opened
her lips to his tongue.  Jeannette moaned
loudly and Mike looked up only to see Rebecca looking closely at him from
Jeannette’s breasts.  He also noticed
that Jeannette’s hand was in between Rebecca’s legs, fingers tickling her, he
imagined.  Focusing on Jeannette’s nude
slit, Mike could hear her every reaction to his licking.  Jeannette was a very responsive, exposing
every one of her feelings to Mike through arching hips, moans, groans, hand
grips, and simple words.  Like a musician
playing his instrument Michael built Jeannette’s excitement using her signals
to lead him.  Soon he had her twisting
and arching and screaming her way to a climax. 

 Mike looked up to see Rebecca’s astonished face as
Jeannette completely gave into anything Mike wanted to do to her and the
feelings he was generating in her.  Her
orgasm was almost scary in its power. 
Rebecca was envious and Mike could see the desire in her eyes.  As Jeannette’s body collapsed, completely
spent for now, Mike didn’t skip a beat. 
Crawling up to Rebecca, he took her face in his hands and kissed
her.  Rebecca enjoyed the scent of
Jeannette’s sex juice all over Mike’s face. 
Finishing the kiss, still holding her head, he said, “Would you like
some of my special attention?”  Rebecca
looked away shyly and nodded her assent. 
Mike placed her head down on the bed beside Jeannette’s and moved down
to her pussy. 

 After Jeannette’s bare pussy, Rebecca’s seemed so much
hairier, but Mike could smell her sweet odor. 
It didn’t take him long to moisten her hair, part it and open her slit
just using his tongue.  Rebecca was less
conflicted with Mike than she was earlier with Jeannette.  It fell good to simply relax and enjoy
it.  No, not relax, she thought as Mike
started to suck on her clit.  Her orgasm
came on quickly without a lot of fuss. 

 Mike ended with some soft kisses and moved up her stomach
and nuzzled her breasts as he worked his way up into a missionary position with
her.  He kissed her aware that his face
smelled of mixed female juices.   Rebecca
gratefully responded.  She could feel his
muscular torso on top of her.  She sensed
genuine feelings for this gentle and giving man who she had just met.  He was her lover and she loved the feeling
she had at this moment.  She could feel
Mike’s stiff member pressed between them.

 Jeannette broke the silence, “I think it’s time you lost
your virginity.  Are you ready?  I mean we owe this boy a good time.  And I think its time for you to become a
woman, Beck.  What do you say?” 

 Rebecca uttered a simple “Yes.”  But a convincing ‘yes’.

 Mike reached down and put his arms under each of
Rebecca’s thighs.  He lifted them and
they easily went over her head. 
Jeannette moved to a position above Rebecca’s head and held her two legs
in this position, freeing Mike’s arm. 
Mike rubbed Rebecca’s pussy with his hand, opening her slit with one
finger.  She was still quite wet, swollen
and ready.  He moved his hips into
position and with one hand on his cock found the opening to her pussy.   Conscious that she had never been penetrated
before he intended to push slowly.  What
surprised him was how tight her tunnel was. Once past the tight rim of her
opening he expected her to be easy to penetrate but it was as though her entire
tunnel was too small for him.  Very moist
and slippery but small and gripping him tightly.  It felt wonderful.

 Rebecca was fully enjoying every inch of his slow
penetration.  She was amazed at how it filled her and how he continued to
push and penetrate long after she thought she was full.  Slowly he entered
her and realized her virginal cherry had disappeared before this night. 
Once he penetrated her to his hilt, he intended to rock in and out of her
slowly.  But one time fully back and forth and he couldn’t control his
movements any more.  Rebecca was hugging him, gripping his back.  Her
perfect body beneath his.  Her tight hole surrounding his cock in a way he
had never felt.  Lust and desire took control.  He began to thrust
into her furiously.  Both she and Jeannette (who was still holding
Rebecca’s legs in the air), were encouraging him.  He was being sucked
into a sea of passion no longer controlling his movements just responding to
the sensations all around him.  His head no longer reasoning. 
Sensations swallowing any thoughts.

 When he finally let go it was huge.  Explosively huge.  Followed by big in a rhythm, then unexpected
jerking out of rhythm.  Rebecca was still hugging him tightly.  As Jeannette let go of her legs she wrapped
them around him trying to pull his entire body into her feminine opening.  She would have put all of him into her if she
could have.  Rebecca was happy to just
revel in this man’s pleasure of her.  He
seemed to be lost in her and she was able to completely fulfill him.  This moment of being filled and fulfilling
him was the most completely satisfying moment she had ever experienced.  She would not be letting go of him anytime
soon.

Saturday visits to my house had become very special occasions for Sophie.  It was summer and my house was set back from the road with a large lawn spread out in front.  I had hired a teen age boy to mow the lawn.  And although I got more than I bargained for, so did he.  Brian was 18, just finishing his senior year at the local high school.  He was a very handsome kid with wavy blond hair.  He stood about 6’2” and weighed about 185 – not quite fully filled out yet.  He had broad shoulders and a thin but muscular body.  Put together with his striking facial features, he was born to be a lady killer.

 

But he was incredibly shy.  When he first showed up we both tried to engage him in conversation.  About going off to Boston College next year.  About what he was interested in.  Music.  It was all very difficult and he was obviously uncomfortable with it.  Of course, it may not have helped that Sophie was so attractive.  At 30 she was confident of her smoldering dark Greek looks and her ample feminine features.  She had long black wavy hair that added to the overall curves of her 38D breasts and her rounded hips.  She worked out to keep her muscles firm and her weight down successfully although she was a woman who looked like she was born to spread into a Rubenesque beauty.

 

It would take Brian about 2 hours to mow the lawn which was enough time for us to do some fooling around in the bedroom.  The master bedroom was located in the front of the house and the house had a front hallway that ran along the front wall of the house by another bedroom and bath into the living room.  I used to tease Sophie with thoughts of Brian and she responded gratefully.  I would whisper into her ear while we were making love about how we should seduce him and call him in to join us and have him fuck her.  Or rather have her fuck him.  Sophie liked to be teased and I liked to tease her.  She enjoyed the thoughts I planted in her mind about the shy young virginal boy.  Brian, I think, knew what we were up to in the bedroom from the first day while he was out mowing the lawn.  And soon it became a feature of every Saturday.

 

One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks.  We were both naked and I told her not to put any clothes on while she tip toed past the windows in the hall.  She did. “Did he see you?”  “I don’t know she said I didn’t look out.”   She was dripping wet with excitement at the idea that he might have seen her.  We quickly began to find all sorts of excuses for her to travel the hall.  Going to the bathroom.  Taking a shower.  Trips to the kitchen.  I peeked out the bedroom window and Brian was frequently looking over toward the house.  Sophie was thrilled to hear the news but she didn’t want to lead him on so she insisted that she not look over at him and acknowledge that she knew he was watching.  And she resisted my suggestions that she stand near the window and masturbate in front of him, although she loved to think about it.  Instead I would make her masturbate standing up in front of me while I watched her and told her fantasies about Brian.

 

It was the best of all worlds for me because she was a great lover when she was properly excited and I had no fear or jealousy about Brian even if he did wind up screwing her (and I told Sophie this too).  The day that she took her shower I left the bedroom curtains open and when she returned to the bedroom I had her dry herself in front of the window.  She refused to turn toward the open window but turned sideways lifting her legs onto the bed.  It was a bright sunny day and the sunlight light up the room through the window.  As she finished I went over to her and embraced her looking out the window as I did.  Brian was barely moving the mower and he had his face pointed toward the window.  He was 100 yards or so from the house.  I told Sophie that I could see his cock straining in the front of his pants.

 

After another orgasm in the bed (she was frequently having 2 or 3 separate ones on Saturdays) I told her we would show her off right in front of Brian when he came in to get paid.  We practiced in the bedroom with her silk robe.  Sitting so that it would fall open when she crossed her legs.  She had nothing else on beside the robe and from the side there was, at times, a clear view of her large creamy breasts with her tightly wrinkled rose cherries pointing outward.  At other times when she leaned back the silk material encased every detail of her breasts and proudly displayed their shape, form, buoyancy, and state of excitation. 

 

When Brian did come in, Sophie had moved to the living room (where the front door opened into), I asked him if he would like a drink and invited him in.  He was all sweated up from the heat.  His white T-shirt clung closely to his muscular chest.   As Sophia told him to sit down, gesturing to a chair near hers, I noticed she was staring at his crotch. His cock was lying sideways and slightly up and easily noticeable in his tight jeans.  He had a man sized cock for sure.  I found the largest glass I could and took my time in bringing the juice to him.  When I returned, Sophie had uncrossed her legs and was sitting leaning forward so they were slightly apart.  She was trying to engage him in conversation.  I quickly left the room without explanation, knowing he would wait until I paid him before he left.

 

Sophie was animated and kept moving her legs eventually crossing them as she stretched her arm over the back of the couch and leaned back.  I was watching from behind the kitchen door through the slight crack of its slightly ajar hinged side.  When she leaned back I could see that her nipples were at full attention.  They were very large perky nipples which Brian seemed to be quietly absorbing.  His head was leaning forward as though his mussed and flowing blond trusses could hide his roving eyes.  “Mowing must be very hard work,” Sophie said.  “Have you been working all day?”  He explained that he had done a few houses before ours but that ours was the last.  “You’re all sweaty,” she said.  “I know what we can do for that.”  And without any explanation she got up out of the couch, spreading her legs as she did, probably giving him a quick view into her naked crevices and headed for the bathroom.  Poor Brian already had his eyes lowered since he was having a hard time looking into Sophie’s eyes as they talked.  I could see a visible gulp.

 

She returned quickly with a tepid washcloth and a bucket of warm water.  (This was strictly her idea.)  Sitting on the arm of his chair she said, “Here let’s take off that T-shirt.”  When he was slow to react she grabbed the bottom edges gave a slight pull and said. “Do you mind if I take it off for you?”  She slowly pulled if it out of his pants and up to his chest.  Telling him to raise his arms she removed it in one quick sweep.  She took the cloth and began with his face, putting one hand behind his head to cradle it, the other rubbing down across his features.  First one side of his face, then the other.  She slowly ran the cloth down and around his neck.  Her cradling arm moved around his shoulders and as she refreshed the cloth her breasts pressed against his arm.  She was practically cuddling him now as she ran the cloth over the front of his chest.  Her body was so close to him.  His cock pushing up straight trying to get out of his pants.  She liked the close-up she was getting of his cock and seeing it she was encouraged to continue. 

 

She washed his front slowly and took her time.  His eyes were half closed enjoying the cloth but he was probably more focused on the continual brushes of her breasts against his arm and torso and the stabbing of her nipples against him as she washed him.  She stood up and instructed him to move forward just a bit in his chair and then she sat down on the front his legs while she reached behind to wash his back.  Her legs were spread wide open as they faced the chair and I’m sure her pussy was exposed.  It looked like Brian was pretending to fall asleep or become so relaxed that his head began to fall forward.  Sophie told him to rest his forehead against her shoulder.  Brian may have been a bit overwhelmed by all that was going on but he was obeying her suggestions without hesitation.  Getting an eyeful of her open legs with his head there, I thought.

 

 “You like it, don’t you,” said Sophie in a very gentle voice.  Slowly stoking his back and broad shoulders and neck with the wet cloth, she could hear his breathing getting louder.   He barely muttered a reply to her question as if he were far away.  She told him to lean back into the chair and refreshed the cloth and started on his almost hairless chest.  She noticed his nipples were tight and hard as she followed the bands of his muscles across is chest with the cloth.  She looked down between them and saw her own open exposed legs and his very large slightly twisted cock straining in his pants and immediately she seemed to feel hot moisture flooding the entrance to her pussy.  It was almost as though seeing herself exposed was as exciting as seeing his cock.  The idea of opening her naked legs to this young virgin boy-man was driving her wild.  So close and yet he was so docile lying under her as she wiped his face, tilting it back while she did his neck.  He was becoming relaxed and responsive to the suggestions of her hands.  When she leaned him forward to get his back again his head naturally disappeared into her neck.  She thought now was the time to go for it.

 

“Do you want me to give you a complete sponge bath?” she asked and suddenly he became flustered.  He picked up his head, stammered and said no, he would have to be getting home.  She looked at his face and caught the blood rushing into it as he blushed.  She gave his chin a gentle wipe with the cloth and looked into his eyes.   “Well if it’s hot next week, we’ll do it!”  she said quietly, giving him no options to question.  OK, he said somewhat relieved that she didn’t push it right now.  He was alert now beginning to tense up again, aware of the situation, too aware.  She got off his lap and watched while he struggled to get up with his hard member resisting the repositioning.  She almost laughed.  Soon he would be gone but there was next Saturday to plot what we believed would be the downfall of this likely virgin.

Chapter 2 is found here

He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

“You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

“Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

“Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

“Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

“Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

“Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

“Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

“Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

“You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

 

His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

 

Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

 

He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

“Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

 

He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

 

Chapter 2

 

She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

 

She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

 

“OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

 

She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

 

He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

 

He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

 

He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

 

She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

 

He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

 

“It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

 

So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

 

Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

 

“I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

 

Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

 

He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

 

The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

 

John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

 

Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

 

“I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

“OK, let’s go inside and see how the lighting is in there.  Just pick up your clothes.  You don’t need to put them on.”  Jude really wasn’t that interested in taking any more pictures but he did want to get her nude in his room.  And so they went into the house and she followed him to his room.  After a few minutes of fussing with curtains and light and taking a couple of pictures, Jude put the camera down. 

 

“That was very hot, baby.” he said, “You have me all excited.” 

 

“So,” she said, “what do you want to do about it?” 

 

“Well I thought maybe I could touch your pussy.  You promised, remember.”

 

“I said, ‘we’ll see’ but I guess it’s okay if you want to.”  So Jude moved closer to her naked body on the bed, positioning himself next to her but with his head near her waist.  She opened her legs.  He placed his hand on her leg near her knee and slowly moved it up toward her waiting moist area.  He enjoyed the touch of her smooth silky flawless skin and his hand flowed along it gently and effortlessly.  He moved past her most sensitive areas without touching them immediately and began a slow circle closing in around her slit with each stroke. 

 

“This is so much easier when you are naked.”  She was too enraptured with the movement of his hand to say anything.  His hand moved across her mound and slid down in between her legs.  “Yes you seem to be a bit wet.”  His finger found her slit and starting at the bottom it worked its way up along the smooth hairless crevice, opening it up as he went.  The next stroke was deeper as he was looking for her opening.  He wasn’t exactly sure where it was since this was a new experience for him.  While they had engaged in plenty of rubbing before, she had never laid herself so open and bare before him.  A moment of panic swept over him.  This ought to be easy but so far all I have felt is this ridge.  I have no idea where her pussy opening actually is. 

 

He went deeper and down in the tight area between the legs he thought he might have found it.  It was wetter here.  Could it just be sweat?  There was supposed to be a hole large enough to fit his cock.  It should be easy to find.  Panic and then she moaned.  It was a familiar moan and he decided to just play around here for awhile.  As he did, he found an area that was wet and bumpy.  It was definitely an opening but was it the right one.  As he rubbed his fingers over the bumps, she moaned again and opened her legs farther.  Encouraged he pushed deeper and thought he definitely had the opening.  It just wrapped around his finger which made him think it was a bit small but she seemed to really like it when he moved his finger around in a circle, his finger just deep enough to cover his first knuckle.

 

Moving in a circle and going deeper, he slowly moved his entire finger inside of her.  Pleased and certain that he had found the right hole he moved his finger in and out like he was fucking her.  She really liked this and she stretched and wiggled on the bed.  Her voice was making sounds he had not heard before.  He moved a second finger into her and went back and forth with both.  He found it amazing how easily it went in and how quickly her vagina adjusted.  It was still tight but he could tell it could easily adjust to a larger member.

 

“Can I smell it?” he asked.  “Okay.”   And before she realized what he was doing he leaned forward and put his head right on her pussy.  He sifted his body and moved right in between her legs.  She grabbed his head with her two hands.  She thought it was icky that someone would put their face in that part of her body.  It was her bathroom part and when his whole head was in there it just didn’t seem right.  But she could feel his nose touching her clit and his breath on her like that was exciting.  She only half pushed his head not really sure she wanted to move it.  He said something she couldn’t hear and the next thing she knew she could feel his tongue down there.  She pushed.

 

“What are you doing?’

“Tasting you.  I like it.  Do you mind?”

“I’m not sure,” she hesitated.  He took advantage of this indecision to move his head back.  He got no resistance from her this time and he lapped her slit with his tongue.  “Ohhh,” she moaned and he knew he had her.  He licked her up and down the length of her slit, getting deeper with his penetration as he went.  She could only stand about 4 alps before she began crying and screaming and having her first orgasm with him.  He wasn’t sure if he had hurt her although he didn’t think so.  Her rhythmic squeals filled the house.  Her legs squeezed and opened against his head and her hands ferociously grabbed his head. 

 

When she stopped and let him go, he immediately asked if she was okay.  He was a little scared by her screaming and ferocity.  She smiled at him and moved his head up to hers kissing him and hugging him.  As she hugged him it seemed strange that he still was fully dressed and she had been naked for a quite a while now but she was enjoying the afterglow of a great orgasm.  The first she had ever had with a boy.  It made her feel like a woman.  “What would you like me to do to you?” she asked him.

 

“Can I go inside of you?”  “No,” was her quick answer.  “But I will let you give me a tit fuck.  Would you like that?”  No sooner had he answered yes than he was ripping his clothes off.  Within seconds it seemed that he was naked and straddling her chest.  He placed his large swollen member in the cleft between her breasts.  He started moving up and down and was uncomfortably close to her chin, but she was feeling generous toward him right now and didn’t say anything when his tip struck her chin.  She turned slightly so that he would hit the softer place nearer her cheek.  She looked at him, deep into his eyes, like she did when she posed.  “Do you like my breasts?”  And he shot right across her face landing near her ear and into her hair.  (Yukk, she thought to herself) He did it again and again and when she thought he was finally done he did it again. 

 

He rolled over next to her, exhausted and spent.  She moved an out of place curl back across his forehead to join the rest of his messy locks, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.  She was a mess and when she returned cleaned up as best she could, she found him asleep at 5:00 in the afternoon!  She got dressed, kissed him goodbye and headed home to shower before her parents came home.  Overall she was pretty pleased with her afternoon and couldn’t wait until Jude showed her their pictures.

 

 

For a giddy moment I lay totally exposed, but she quickly covered my crotch with her face, exposing her wavy brown hair to the crowd.  I was spying on them and they weren’t ready for how fast she did that but you could see excitement run from balcony to balcony.  One audible shout could be heard from a female watcher.  “Honey, come here, you’ ve got to see this,” as she turned toward her sliding glass doors without moving from the edge of the balcony.  I was momentarily embarrassed, but then I saw everyone was running to get their roommates and they were all coming out to watch and I just had to laugh.  They wanted to watch us.  I open his eyes wide and stared into one of the single woman’s eyes and she stood her ground staring back into his. A bolt of lust was exchanged.

 

It was good that Emma covered up my cock right away.  It had gone limp while she was inside the room and she moved to it so fast.  But it didn’t take long for my cock to begin rising again.  And as I looked up I could see couples snuggling up and my single girl was still by herself.  The only noisy balcony was the 4 girls who were located much closer to us in the arrangement of balconies than anyone else.  They were commenting to one another and laughing, sometimes uproariously attracting everyone else’s attention for a moment. 

 

Emma knew exactly how I liked head.  She licked my growing cock like a licorice stick and shook it while it was soft.  As it gained its full length, she pulled the skin taught around it by circling the base and pulling the outer skin down.  Then she took me into her mouth and surrounded it and moved up and down slowly.  She added a new twist by leaning to one side a bit so the 4 girls could get a better look.  I saw one of them hold her hands out to say,  “It’s that big.”  They seemed impressed.  They were laughing more quietly and seemed to be having a good time watching.

 

My single girl moved back away from the railing, so the others couldn’t see her on her side of the “L”.  She was wearing a bathrobe.  As she watched Emma work her magic on me, her hand moved into the opening of the robe and towards her breasts.  I loved the attention.  There was another couple who were feeling each other up and kissing each on the side of the head so they could continue to watch.  Emma’s mouth felt just wonderful as she complimented it with the movement of her hand gripping my cock.  Her free hand found the edge of the chair and she gently grazed her finger over the skin near my asshole all the way to the bottom of my sack.  I came in a gush in her mouth.  Then she removed her mouth and let me shoot free, high in the air so everyone could see.  People were giving high five signs and mock applause as I inadvertently cried out with my orgasm.  It was a powerful one and the first few gushes were great.

 

Part 3

 

She went in and I followed.  I lay on the bed near the open glass door.  The curtains were wide open.  She used her towel to wipe me off.  Cum had fallen on my T-shirt and she removed it.  I hope you’re not done, she said to me as she turned on another lamp bathing the room in bright light.  Her eagerness turned me on.  She stood in front of the glass, faced toward me, behind her darkness, and lifted her dress up her sides and over her head.  Would you like to have a little 69 before the crowd leaves, she asked.  I leaned my head back and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.  She got on top of me placing her pussy right in front of my nose.  I loved her smell and she knew it.   Her hair cascaded onto my genital area and she moved it over all of my delicate parts.  It felt good and so did the moisture in her cracks.  She was responding to my licks of the length of her lips and my poking the tip of my tongue into the rim of her pussy.

 

I told her it was time to change places and that I wanted to do her doggie style.  In front of everybody, I told her.  With her tits hanging down and my hips buried into her ass.  She liked it when I talked this way to her and reminding her of the potential audience was driving her crazy so, of course, I kept it up.  When she was in position, I first put my face into her ass and kissed her crack, then each cheek, and then I put my whole face in her crack and licked and kissed and blew air across all her sensitive places.  As I moved up to work my cock into her, I asked her how that must have looked.  My kissing her ass. 

 

I let my cock just move around the general area of her pussy for awhile, rubbing it up against her clit and up in between her lips and back and forth across her opening.  I swear I could feel her pussy opening for me as I passed over it.  And I loved the feel of her rounded ass pressing into my hips.  I just loved her ass.  I was as hard as I can ever remember getting and soon I found my cock poised at her opening.  Without using my hands I slowly pushed forward.  I started in but popped out from the particular angle.  Repositioned, I pushed again and this time her hand found its way between her legs and she helped to insure its entrance. 

 

Soon we were bunping back and forth together  My hands were holdng her hips.  I would start a rhythm, and then go faster until I needed a break.  At each break she would slightly change positions, leaning forward or putting her hands on the wall, for example.  Nothing was visible in the darkness from the brightened room and I wondered if my single girl was still there watching and touching, Emma moved her hand in between her legs and we began anther series and I put the fingertip of one hand against her brown hole.  As I began to move faster so did her fingers rubbing her own clit.  I tried to continue to hump her fast without pushing her around too much.  She had a loud orgasm.  Crying out in lust and satisfaction.  In relief.  Her entire body was shaking as its drained its tension into its relief.

 

I turned her over onto her back and cuddled on top of her side.  The side away from the window in case we still had watchers.  Maybe we picked up some new ones.  Then again no one was in much of a hurry here in paradise.  I cuddled her for awhile, my hard cock lying across her leg.  She knew I wanted more and she was more than willing to comply.  I began to give a few broad strokes across her pussy and soon I was opening her legs and her lips.  I moved on top of her and slipped in easily to her slippery tunnel.  She began to tell me about what the people watching must think.  She told me I was marvelous and that all the women must desire me.  She told me that they loved looking at my big cock when she was sucking it on the balcony.  I was quickly at the point of no return and her sexy squirming, soft skin and female roundness brought me over the edge.  Like hers it was loud. 

 

We cuddled and kissed and hugged for a few minutes and then I got up and turned off all the lights so we could lie in bed for awhile and look out through our window and see who could see us.  We enjoyed talking about it and cuddling.

It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8^th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

 

We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

 

We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

 

Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

 

“Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

 

I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

 

My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

 

We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

 

As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

 

Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

 

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.